I opened the door silently and saw you working hard at your desk. You never looked up from your computer. I don't think you heard me as I walked into the office. The room was quite stuffy, even with the window open; the venetian blind only gave a slight relief from the sun's searing heat.
You had put your jacket over the back of your chair and you have pulled your tie loose. The oscillating fan going full belt in the corner moved the leaves of the plant in the corner of the room this way and that, but didn't really cool the room down at all. You looked up as the phone rang and I stopped dead in my tracks, hoping you wouldn't discover my presence.
A faint whiff of smoke could be detected in the air. I looked over at the glass ashtray on the desk and frowned at the remains of stubbed cigarettes, and an empty packet was in the waste paper bin. All signs of a stressful morning.
I waited till you'd finished the call; someone obviously wasn't very happy on the other end of the line, as you'd let out several exasperated sighs, and had run your fingers through your dark hair in agitation.
I could tell you were stressed as your attention returned to your computer screen, and I so wanted to help. I stepped out of my shoes and tiptoed up behind you, sliding my arms around your body from the back to the front. I blew gently onto the back of your neck and kissed it on the right side.
You murmured slightly as you cocked your head over. I kissed you again as my fingers fiddled with the buttons on your shirt, finally managing to undo a couple of them. You placed your hands on your desk and pushed back on your chair. Then as you laid your head back on my breast as you looked up and smiled. Your legs outstretched now, your murmurs increased in volume as my hands went inside your shirt and felt your warm masculine chest. My fingers circled your nipples which reacted to my touch and immediately hardened. You squirmed a little on your leather seat and groaned.
Taking your nipples between my forefingers and thumbs I twisted; not too much, I didn't want to hurt you, but just enough for a waft of pleasure to run down your spine. Ah yes, now I knew you were more relaxed you're back arched in your chair; good, you were enjoying it. I leaned over the top of you and kissed the top of your head.
Your arms came up in a sudden involuntary movement and your hands grasped my wrists. With a swish you swung your chair round, jerked me down onto your lap and wrapped your arms round me.
The phone rang again cutting the mood in two.
"Sorry love, I'll have to take this."
You leaned forward and answered the phone; something about scheduling a meeting in court. But I wasn't really listening, I was too busy unbuckling your belt and unzipping your trousers. You found it hard to keep in control as you talked on the phone and flicked the pages of your diary. As soon as you put the receiver down you took hold of my arms.
"You're a fiery minx, and I love what you're doing to me!"
I reached and knocked the phone receiver off the hook, then sat astride you and kissed you passionately as you held me close. Our tongues played together in my mouth as your fingers fumbled with my shirt buttons, and you realized I had no bra on.
